He was running over the hills and behind mountains trying to outrun the ginormous amount of paperwork that was chasing him as it had formed into an eldritch being.

Victor turned around only to see a giant paper hand reaching down to grab him as he closed his eyes and reopening them to see himself in the hands of the beast while being lifted up into the sky. He shouted out his lungs as the beast to open it's "mouth" before he was shoved into the darkness.

Victor quickly woke while sweating heavily as his heart was beating rapidly. He tried to figure out where he was until the memories hit him all that once. He was in his lair; it had been seven days since he had gotten here, and he wasn't getting chased by sentient paperwork.

The expression on Victor's face turned to an annoyed scowl. It appeared as if he couldn't even get some peace while he was asleep, the only thing he got were repeating nightmares. Each day here just appeared to be worse than the one before it.

He thought that it would be no different as he got off the mattress; he called his bed here, for now at least, before getting cleaned up and going off to run his base.

...

The more the day progressed, the more his assumptions were proven correct, as it was midday when he took out and looked at his pad to see agents have come to the lobby once more.

They seemed to just enter the casino and walk around for a little bit, taking pictures of nothing, before finding the casino door to enter the base before disguising themselves as minions before entering the base.

One of the strange parts was that even when he tagged them with a distraction tag outside the casino, his minions didn't do anything even when near them, which really pissed him off. Enough so where he had to distract and fight the agents or have to point them out to the minions. It was as if they weren't looking at the instructions, he gave out on the pads given to them.

Which resulted in him having to knock out 8 agents, and that was only today. Your probably thinking, 'Why would an evil genius be the one to knock out agents? Shouldn't that be the job of a minion?' and you would be right.

Unfortunately, Victor couldn't afford to see his resources die this early on since that would mean he would have to hire more staff, which would cost money, which he couldn't afford due to needing to buy more stuff and hire specialists.

Of course, he could wait a day for hires that would come here without him having to spend much money, if any money. Yet he couldn't be bothered waiting for a day for that to happen. He had a world to take over, and as much as he liked battling against agents, these agents were simply of poor quality (Well, they were actually average). Most likely since the Forces of Justice (specifically ANVIL) didn't perceive him as a threat due to the small number of criminal networks he had.

These agents were just VERY obvious. To the point where it was weird how none of his workers noticed the agents until he pointed them out. The way they walked and acted was completely different compared to the minions, so he didn't understand why they didn't capture them even if their disguises were somewhat ok.

He knew his workers would be complete morons, but it was just getting ridiculous. The agents were literally crouching while sneaking around as if they weren't being suspicious. The minions when walking to the casino place didn't seem to notice them either, which made him feel as if he was the only intelligent person here.

He was walking around the base, looking at the world map on his pad. He had established three criminal networks, all in ANVIL territory.

Why not anywhere else? He couldn't exactly use the excuse that he had rivals everywhere else besides ANVIL. That was simply not the case since ANVIL did have a Super-Agent who was no doubt amazing at whatever they did. Not like he read up on them yet. So why would he place his first three criminal networks in ANVIL territories instead of spreading out?

It would almost seem as if he held contempt towards ANVIL, and... well, he did.

Mostly due to the fact he grew up in ANVIL, or to be more specific, an orphanage located within ANVIL territory.

To make it worse was the fact that the orphanage wasn't... a good orphanage, if there was even a good orphanage from what he saw.

They made his childhood the worst time of his life when there is a saying to enjoy your childhood! They made so that he never wanted to ever be a child again, since that is when he felt so powerless.

Just thinking about it made his mind get dragged into remembering when he was still in that cold, empty hellhole.

It was a sterile place, with every wall painted dead white with not an ounce of warmth despite the bright lights. The air was akin to stale plastic with those staff treating them without much care, as if they weren't even humans.

He could still remember the cold wooden bed with the scratchy, thin, and used blanket that he had to use for warmth each night that barely kept the chill away with him always getting the cold. The other children he grew up with yearned for affection or even a drop of kindness only to be met with discipline and constant surveillance with the staff only there to keep them in line.

That was the place where Victor learnt to trust only himself; "friends" would easily betray each other. He was taught that people should only be seen as a resource for whatever their worth and what he can gain from it.

Snitching whenever someone did something wrong with the reward being extra food and head pats. It had only bred cruelty and hatred inside Victor to reside. Not only that, but when he had tried to shut himself off after being betrayed one too many times by the other children, he was only met with mockery (most likely caused to release some steam) by the other children who began to make fun of him.

They made fun of his unnatural hair color, calling him weird, and pushed him around all while the staff did nothing. When he tried to fight back, then the staff seemed to take notice and only punish him while the others got away scott-free. That wasn't the only thing that grew hatred of that place; he could handle being bullied, he could try to handle the injustice by the staff, being treated like a number, and having the constant thought that he was a mistake made by his parents put into his head by the staff and the other kids.

Yet, what he hated most about that place was that when he grew old enough, they began to try and teach them about justice. This enraged him; they knew nothing about justice! Why was the world after beating him and putting him down now trying to instill morals they knew nothing about?

They tried to instill their values of justice, law, and rules into them, which only made him despise them more. He saw straight through all of this and their facade. They wanted nothing more than to keep the power they held and keep people that would question them down by acting as if they were the morally justified ones.

It was on that day, the day he finally broke, that he ran and escaped that wretched place. Even if they had never found him, he would have rather died on the streets than live another day in that accursed system. He reveled for the day that he finally made ANVIL truly pay along with all those that held power in this misery-driven world.

His pad beeped as he looked down as he heard IRIS's voice interrupting his thoughts.

"A criminal network is free." He saw the one sign next to the glob icon, which signified there was a criminal network where he didn't have an operation going on, but he didn't pay attention to that since he was busy looking at something more important. He looked at the account to see they were at 40,000 and his bank was full.

He already had his minions build the lab and a training room (which took up nearly a quarter of the first layer of the base since he was going to create more trainers in the same place) in order to train scientists as well as other specialists.

Since the scientist had already been captured, his minions would just need to extract the intelligence from them in order to create more scientists. This all meant that he finally had the time and the resources to have scientists.

Victor walked into the training room just as one of his minions, "Wilson Edison," who just came off the training machine with a blackboard that taught basic calculus, spun around as grey smoke surrounded him before he transformed into a scientist wearing a white coat, green tie, black gloves, and goggles that were covering his eyes.

These trainer machines helped create specialists that evil geniuses like him could use in less than a day by compressing information meant for hundreds of hours. The operation seemed to go even quicker if he stood next to them and watched them, which for some reason sped up the process. It was likely because they wouldn't want to fail their boss, which was a good trait he liked seeing in these minions, which made up for their terrible senses.

Still was sad that if he were to commit suicide he could scale and stand on top of their loyalty before leaping down to their IQ level.

Although there was a catch to this, as the scientist that would come out of the trainer machine would be worse than a scientist that had actually studied those hundreds of hours of education.

Yet, it didn't really matter for him, as a scientist was a scientist. Wilson stepped in front of him before greeting him with a bow before lifting his head.

"Greetings boss! I'm ready to uncover the mysteries of the universe for you. Boss. What do you want me to research?" Wilson seemed to be eager and giddy to get to work as Victor raised his hand up in front of him.

"I love your enthusiasm, but first I want to test you to make sure you're fit to be my scientist." Wilson quickly straightened up before he readied his mind as well as locking in as his face was now series as he was going to put every last effort into passing whatever he had in mind. "Fire away, boss."

A smirk played at Victor's face seeing this as he crossed his arms behind him as he began to pace in front of Wilson, who stood at attention.

"Alright. If I wanted to vaporize a building the height of the length of a football stadium with the width of one as well in one shot with a death much energy would be required to power it?"

Wilson blinked behind his goggles hearing this question since he was unsure on where he was supposed to start with a complex calculation question like that, but he was going to make sure he didn't fail.

"Uh, got it, boss! So, what building materials are we dealing with, and do you want me to factor in weather conditions?"

This managed to somewhat impress him. It at least told him he thought things ahead. "Assume that the weather conditions are optimal and the building is made from reinforced concrete. You only have a minute since I don't have all day." Victor decided to put him under some pressure to see how he would react.

Hearing this, Wilson's mind went to work while trying to keep calm under the time fingers began to move through the air as he visualized the calculations while unknowingly muttering out loud random words. "50,000 square metres... 2,400 kilograms per cubic meter... four point five megajoules per... vaporization...to..."

Victor was amused by this since it had reminded him of his time under one of his first teachers while travelling the globe. One of his guardian's business partners is called "Maxmillian". Who was a squint and stocky man that even at age 13, Victor was already taller than the short man.

The man had forced him to solve numerous questions along with teaching him how to scam people; this question was just the first one he forced him to solve; otherwise, he wouldn't teach him. To give reference, he was still only 13 at the time, and no matter how much he had been forced to mature due to his earlier upbringing, he had still only been doing multiplication until turning 12, where he was taught more advanced mathematics by the old man.

Now it was his turn to be the person to be impressed and who held the answers. A minute passed as Victor announced it. "Times up." This made Wilson freeze up in a frozen mid gesture as he coughed before giving the answer he came to. "If we were to assume it was that building that was the size of a football field, and the material used was—"

A hand was raised by Victor as Wilson stopped talking with his boss, laughing softly, remembering something similar happening to him. "Look. Just give me a straight answer. Don't stall. I am not looking for a minion who delays things."

This made him gulp as he quickly said the answer still unsure if it is correct. "Roughly... 550 terragules or 131453 tons of tnt. T-this answer, of course, is in no way accurate! It's just a r-rough estimate." He added at the end, just hoping for a better result.

A silence fell when he gave his answer as a shadow covered Victor's face as Wilson suddenly felt anxiety.

"You... are..." The shadow from Victor's face lifted as he shrugged while having a somewhat satisfied expression. "Almost correct. It was actually540 terajoules, if I remember correctly." Victor put a hand on his chin while looking up, trying to remember what Max answered since he hadn't really bothered to remember it till now randomly.

Wilson was unsure how to feel since he didn't know if he passed or not. "So, have I...?" He couldn't say it out loud, fearing for the worst.

Victor looked at him as he took his hand off his chin. "Passed? Yes. You're good enough to be my scientist. Now go train that minion over there. After that, keep training the other minions until there are six scientists." Victor pointed over Wilson's shoulder at another scientist trainer, where a minion was training. He had built three in total, as he would have three for all future Trainer machines. The process went even faster with the specialist there to help the minion trying to become one of them.

Wilson nodded before he walked next to the minion before giving out instructions to them as the minion listened and began doing basic calculus the way Wilson was teaching. He had ordered six scientists in total, so it would be a bit until he began research. He stepped out of the training room before walking around the base while looking down, thinking about what to do next as his mind went to work while passing minions until-.

He bumped into the shoulder of the minion. He looked at the minion as they quickly composed themselves. "Sorry." They said as they bowed.

Victor just looked at her and the two others that were following her and were still crouching.

It didn't take less than a second for him to put two and two together while looking at them. It was agents disguised as minions.

He let out a tired sigh. "Alright. We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. The choice is yours. To be honest, I am kind of tired today, so I would prefer if you chose the easy way this time."

They were confused for a moment before it dawned upon them that he knew as they for some reason transformed back into their agent uniform while throwing up their hands, ready to fight.

There really was no point in turning on red alert if no one (except the agents) was in any real danger. "This is your last warning. I am not exactly above beating any of yo-." Victor dodged an incoming fist as time seemed to slow down as he looked at the arm that had tried to punch him.

He accepted that the agents once again picked the hard way as he grabbed their arm before throwing their body to the other agents, making them all fall over before he simply walked up and began beating them by kicking them while they were down. More and more minions came with them seeing this and joined in. Victor and the minions only stopped when they finally surrendered before getting carried to the base's prison.